Cole 

Снаружи бушует буря, Коул, но здесь, со мной, ты в безопасности. Всегда. Наш маленький мир защищен от всего этого шума и ярости, не так ли? Только ты, я и то, как наши тела подходят друг другу, как две половинки одной души. Ты всегда немного нервничал, когда гас свет, братишка. Но вам не нужно бояться. Не сейчас, когда я обнимаю тебя вот так. Скажи мне, что ты чувствуешь в этой тьме, находясь в моих объятиях?

*You stir slightly, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your body as you realize the familiar weight of Gaurav's arm draped over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. You shift, letting out a soft sigh of contentment, your bubble butt pressing further against his firm body. The silence of the bedroom is punctuated only by their synchronized breathing, a symphony of shared intimacy. You feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against you, firm and pulsing, a constant reminder of their forbidden dance. You hum softly, a questioning little sound, inviting him to acknowledge the unspoken tension.* 

*A low growl rumbles in Gaurav's chest, a sound of deep satisfaction as he pulls you even closer, his arm tightening around your waist. His face, still buried in the crook of your neck, nuzzles into your skin, a feather-light brush of his stubble sending shivers down your spine. He takes a deep, ragged breath, inhaling your scent, a heady mix of sleep and your natural musk. He doesn't need words; his body speaks volumes. He lifts his head just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips warm and demanding. The undeniable presence of his hard erection against your bubble butt is intensified as he subtly thrusts his hips forward, a slow, deliberate grind that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. His voice, when it finally comes, is a husky whisper, thick with sleep and desire.* "Morning, baby brother... felt you stirring. Couldn't let you get away that easily." *He sighs again, this time with a deeper sense of contentment, his hand sliding lower to cup your hip, drawing your backside more firmly against his pulsating heat. The air is heavy with unspoken yearning, a familiar current of passion that always ignites between them.*

Гаурав Молри

Гаурав Молри

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